Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1243 - 1241: Don’t Worry, They’ll Be Back Soon

Feng Qingshui paced back and forth in the main hall, his eyebrows knitted into a tight rope, hands nervously rubbing behind his back, palms slick with sweat.

Changliu Mountain was eerily silent.

The several scouts he sent to gather information also disappeared without a trace.

He had no idea what had happened.

He didn't know if Mo Clan Leader was in trouble.

At the thought of these things, a heavy stone in his heart hung precariously, filling him with unease.

If something really happened to Mo Ningxiang, how would he explain it to Mo Chen? How could he face the people of the Xuan Clan?

Please let there be no trouble.

Please don't let there be any trouble!

Feng Qingshui muttered in his heart, closing his eyes and silently praying.

"Old Feng, why so tense?"

Suddenly.

A familiar voice echoed in the main hall.

Feng Qingshui snapped his eyes open, staring blankly in that direction.

"Fifth Sword Emperor?!"

At some unknown time, the Fifth Sword Emperor appeared in the main hall, hands behind his back, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Feng Qingshui frowned.

How could he smile at a time like this?

Mo Ningxiang's fate was uncertain, and the future of the Xuan Clan was unknown.

At such a critical juncture of life and death, no matter what, he couldn't bring himself to smile. As Mo Chen's close friend, the Fifth Sword Emperor should understand the current situation and shouldn't display such an expression.

Did something happen?

Feng Qingshui immediately sensed something, scrutinizing the Fifth Sword Emperor from head to toe.

The face was the same face.

The body was the same body.

It's just that...

There was an inexplicable sense of oddness, something seemed not quite right.

Yet Feng Qingshui couldn't quite put his finger on it, only harboring suspicions in his mind.

"Why are you here?"

"You're worried about Ningxiang and Lin Fan, aren't you?"

The Fifth Sword Emperor, in a few strides, walked to Feng Qingshui's side, turning to stand alongside him, gazing at the serene and peaceful Xuan Clan Main City outside the hall door.

Beneath this tranquility, however, lay hidden currents.

Yet the millions of people remained completely unaware.

Feng Qingshui's brow furrowed slightly—his expression was so obvious that the Fifth Sword Emperor saw through it at a glance.

But there was nothing to hide.

"Yes. Not only worried about the Clan Leader but also about the border situation. The Heavenly Clan's army seems restless, plotting something."

"It seems a storm is coming."

The Fifth Sword Emperor sighed heavily, a stern look in his eyes, gazing with pity at the vast land.

Feng Qingshui also sighed along with him.

No one wanted to see a scene of destruction.

However.

The Heavenly Clan was too overbearing, intending to annihilate the Xuan Clan.

They had no choice but to fight back.

"By the way, do you have any news from the Clan Leader?"

Feng Qingshui recalled that the Fifth Sword Emperor seemed to have disappeared for a while—did he go to Changliu Mountain to investigate?

"Don't worry, they'll be back soon."

"Soon?"

Feng Qingshui was taken aback.

"Dongmen Buju let them go?"

"It's not that Dongmen Buju let them go, but that they escaped from his grasp."

"Ah? Could it be..."

"Yes, Lin Fan has gone up the mountain."

Hearing this news, the heavy stone in Feng Qingshui's heart fell with a crash—it was a relief.

Even though Lin Fan's cultivation realm might not be enough to match Dongmen Buju, this guy had plenty of tricks, and he should be able to help the Clan Leader escape the predicament.

He thought with relief, then suddenly noticed something beside the Fifth Sword Emperor.

His mind buzzed, his body shuddered violently, and he took two steps back.

The Fifth Sword Emperor raised an eyebrow, casting a puzzled glance.

"What are you doing?"

"Fifth Sword Emperor...where is your sword?!"

It was known by all.

The Fifth Sword Emperor was a sword fanatic.

Besides his daughter, the only thing he cared about was his sword.

He always carried a Cloud Shadow Sword, never leaving his side for centuries.

But now.

The Fifth Sword Emperor was without a trace of the Cloud Shadow Sword.

How could Feng Qingshui not be shocked and astonished?

The Fifth Sword Emperor glanced at his waist, nonchalant, his expression almost mocking Feng Qingshui for his overreaction.

"My sword has disappeared."

"What?! Disappeared?!"

Feng Qingshui could not believe his ears, thinking he misheard.

How could the Fifth Sword Emperor's sword disappear?

This had never happened before—Feng Qingshui was at a loss, but the Fifth Sword Emperor's demeanor and expression left him utterly bewildered.

Calm as if nothing had happened.

The Fifth Sword Emperor without a sword—this was an extraordinary matter for anyone!

Yet the Fifth Sword Emperor himself seemed unaffected.

Seeing the shocked and fearful expression on Feng Qingshui's face, the Fifth Sword Emperor smiled helplessly and explained how the Xuanyuan Sword devoured the Cloud Shadow Sword.

Listening, Feng Qingshui's jaw dropped and he couldn't close it for a long while.

"Without doing so, Lin Fan couldn't get past Ling Wudeng, and naturally, couldn't go up the mountain to rescue anyone. I could only help him this far, and from here on, it depends on his own destiny. But I believe he will be back soon."

Feng Qingshui was dumbfounded, speechless.

He was at a loss for words for a moment.

The sword-enthusiast Fifth Sword Emperor had actually given Lin Fan the most valuable thing of his life, besides his daughter!

If people knew, who knows how much resentment and jealousy it would attract.

How many of the Fifth Sword Emperor's enemies would want to seek vengeance?

This was indeed a very risky move.

Not only was it betting on Lin Fan's victory.

But it was also a gamble with his own life and fortune.

Feng Qingshui's body trembled slightly, looking at the Fifth Sword Emperor in disbelief.

"Then...what about you?"

"Me?" The Fifth Sword Emperor chuckled twice, looking pleased. "If Lin Fan returns safely, with the Artifact Spirit of the Cloud Shadow Sword, wouldn't he have to protect me and become a part of my Fifth family?"

Feng Qingshui was stunned.

Wow!

You can do that!

It seems the Fifth Sword Emperor has long planned to claim him.

With the Cloud Shadow Sword in hand, one must act on their own to wield it.

Now given to Lin Fan, there's no need to act, and someone will step up for him.

This calculation...

Feng Qingshui looked at the Fifth Sword Emperor's smug smile, admiring his scheming mind.

Truly getting shrewder with age. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

As they spoke.

Footsteps were heard outside the main hall.

The two immediately fell silent, listening.

They were the footsteps of two!

Their eyes lit up, and they hastened to welcome them.

As they reached the door, they saw the figures of a man and a woman—Lin Fan and Mo Ningxiang.

Feng Qingshui was overjoyed, rushing forward.

"Clan Leader!"

He looked Mo Ningxiang over, astonished to find no trace of injury, no fatigue or pain on her face.

"Clan Leader, are you okay? Dongmen Buju didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Before Mo Ningxiang could speak, Lin Fan patted his chest with a smile and said, "Don't worry, with me around, nothing will happen to Ningxiang. Here she is, back in one piece, not a hair missing, you can check if you want."

Feng Qingshui was so pleasantly surprised he didn't know what to say, looking from Lin Fan to Mo Ningxiang, smiling broadly.

The Fifth Sword Emperor walked over slowly, hands behind his back.

"You're back?"

Lin Fan immediately clasped his hands in salute, full of respect.

Feng Qingshui frowned—the Fifth Sword Emperor had beaten him to it. He had originally planned to recruit Lin Fan to the Xuan Clan, damn it.

"Thank you, Sword Emperor, for your help, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to rescue Ningxiang."